He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
And send him many years of sunshine days!
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
O, call back yesterday, bid time return